"Please, he-" he needs it is what Albert wants to say but it comes out as a painful gurgle, nothing dignified about it. He's already pushed himself to the limit and there are no more words he can force out, nothing else he can manage to say other than to choke.

He wants Sam to go, wants him to try and survive. After all, every moment he stays in one place is a moment closer to someone finding him here, helpless in grief and taking the opportunity to murder him.

But he also doesn't want to die alone, and that all too Human part of Albert wins out. He clutches Sam's hand as hard as he can, which isn't as hard as he should be capable of, and forces himself to pick his head up and look at Sam intently, trying to say with his eyes what he can't with his voice; even breathing is watery and painful, putting small flecks of blood on his lips.

Thank you, my friend, My brother.